They work hard for the well-being of their entire multicultural community

For their least-developed Northern Rakhine State

In the offices,

They work together with diverse colleagues

But nothing fades away their team spirits.

Having the sense of 'One Humanity'

An expert sits in front of the car

And some of them with other colleagues

Take seats in the middle

And at the back, some tools of their activities

And they head to field

To distribute the aids to victims

They often have to hold an extra identity

It's called Form-4 by term locally.

The driver stops the car reluctantly.

They have to get off the car

To be under the check up of authority

In out posts of the security

"Why is my body checked?

Even it has a heart to save many lives!

Why my back-bag is checked?

Even it has tools to cure many lives!"

And they get on again

Having the approval of entry

For soon, they turn to their philosophy.

Then the expert see them back

With a round of empathy

"Are you okay?" by saying!

Then they come back to their conscience.

And bear a hard smile for their off faces

And ever continue their humanitarian journey

In a very strong sense of commitment

Just rebuilding others' lives and dignities

The poet is a Rohingya. He depicts, in his poetry the feeling of Rohingya humanitarian workers how they face difficulties and restrictions in out posts of the security forces in Northern Rakhine State.